Shit...why do I still get up this early?
I mean, it's not like I could have chose not to take 8 AM classes.

Sit up in my bed, it's too early in the morning
Take an extra five minutes just to stop the yawning
Rub the sleep up out my eyes and stumble 'round the room.
Tripping over clothes, shoes, and empty bottles of booze.
Reaching blindly out to start a coffee pot.
Put the grounds in before the filter (Oops..)
Guess I just forgot.
Fix the problem, then I take a quick shower
So fresh and so clean, Outkast on the scene, uh.
Pick a fresh pair of jeans and a fitted
Thought about skipping class, but I gotta be comitted
Yet my music mind disagrees, thoughts are so conflicted.
But, I have better chances of finishing school, I'll admit it.
Yet I can't help but dream 'bout being on the top.
Recording songs and touring 'round the country non-stop.
But that won't happen as long as Soulja Boi is still rapping
And talent is nowhere to be found in mainstream hip hop.
But I don't care if I don't make it, I'm just having fun
Spittin' cold flows, call me Jack Frost's son.
Book bag on my back. Wayfarers, matte-black.
Sox snapback with a pair of Chucks just to match.
So take a seat bitch. Class is now in session.
Dr. Eske's gonna teach you all a fucking lesson
Listen up to the rhymes that I will be professing.
I'll tell you all the things that got a college student stressing.

(Outro -Professor Voice)
Ahem....
Welcome to your first day of lecture.
If you haven't printed out a copy of the syllabus, I am passing out copies of it now.
Today, we will review the syllabus itself, along with the outline of assignments for this semester....